Once I got into the city, however, things started looking WAY, WAY up. Even though my tour was canceled, I was able to take a long walk to Pier 39. Along the way, I acquainted myself with Piers 1-38. Honestly, Pier 1 is pretty good, and there are a few restaurants to consider, but nothing really happens at the other piers. That is why Pier 39 is such a big deal. That and the Boudin Bread Factory. BEST SOURDOUGH BREAD EVER. Since we left here when I was just the ripe age of 6, I've remembered that name with fondness. So yesterday, I bought an entire loaf. and ate half of it myself. Also, Pier 39 is great because of this:
(I hate public bathrooms, but there is not getting around them anymore--and I am never afraid to ask.)
I also tried to capture a picture of myself with my iphone, but in my attempt to avoid blatantly "myspacing" it, I failed miserably. The only result was a picture of my double chin.
AND David got off at 4:30 instead of 6! That was a happy surprise, which meant we could wander the city together. We stopped at Embarcadero Center and were fortunate enough to see a large group of bikers rallied to the southwest of this fountain:
In case you're curious you can check them out HERE.
After the nudists on bicycles, we didn't feel much like doing anything but wandering, so we wandered a bit more, thought about going to a movie but didn't find one we cared to see, and came home. It was a great day in a great city. Who knew you could need a scarf in August? Not a transplanted Texan, that's for certain.